Doubtful.

Today's the third day of Intro to Feminism you've missed, and you're spending it in your room bored and alone. Even perusing through your favorite fetish website fails to get you any less vapid.

Sudden knocking pulls you from your thoughts and your profane website. Who could it be? You close your browsers and go to open the door, where you find your floormate, Viv, standing outside.

"Hi," she says timidly, a furtive blush creeping across her Latin face. She smiles nervously. "H-how are you?" You've seen better days, of course.

She comes inside and takes a seat at your desk as you two converse. Apparently she is in the Intro to Feminism class taught by Dr Pestova. So she must have been there last week. Is she here to berate you as well?

"I think it's terrible, the way she treated you, and the way that everyone on the floor's been talking about you. The rumors are so much worse than the truth." Her brown eyes convey the deepest sincerity as you listen to her-- and admire her-- as she speaks.

"I just... I wanted you to know that I'm with you... I mean, I'm on your side." What a relief knowing that you're not the only one on campus who knows what really happened.

Viv coming to talk to you like this is quite a surprise, as you'd talked to her very little since meeting her. She always seemed too shy or scared to talk to people. Funny, that pretty much describes the recluse that you've been in the past few days!

"I want you to come back to class, I mean, um, I think... you should come back to class," she says. Is she blushing again? "You shouldn't let her scare you away like that." Bold talk for a 5'3" bashful Latina!

"Well, it's not just that," Viv explains, "I mean, I... I'd like it if you... I think it would nice if... you know...you came back..."